I don't think it's quite the same. Your little buddy or his two chaps don't get smashed between two freezing cold chunks of metal and held for five entire minutes, then repeated. You lads have to strip down, you get a little 'how's your father', cry out 'OH TREVOR!', smoke a cigarette, your doctor promises to call you, and that's it. Believe me, I will trade you ANY DAY.